Each chapter keeps getting shorter, I'm so sorry! Anyway, I wanted to switch things up from the other "field trip fics".

Chapter 5

One day until the field trip and Peter's nerves were worse than ever. Throughout classes that day he fidgeted and tapped, so much so that people asked if he was ok. When a teacher called on him (and asked him a question he totally knew the answer to) he nearly jumped on the ceiling. Nearly.

And he couldn't focus at all, his mind whirring from one thing to the next.

Trip… Stress… Avengers… MJ… Embarrassing… Danger… Spid— wait.

What was that one?

Danger

He put his hands over his eyes trying to concentrate on the feeling. Danger? What does that mean? What danger? He was safe right now. Aunt May was at work, so she was probably fine. Tony could take care of himself. What "danger" was he worried abou— was this his "peter tingle"? His sixth sense hadn't been too reliable in the past, it basically only worked in a (literally) life or death situation. Maybe that's why he wouldn't recognize it. But why was in going off now? He was starting to get dizzy. He kind of remembered mumbling something about water and leaving the classroom. Was there going to be danger on the trip? What w—

"Peter, come on" Someone was saying to him. He vaguely recognized the voice. Feeling was coming back to his hands. Had they been numb before?

"Peter, come on, you're ok" There was something cool beneath him. The floor. He was on the floor… why? He then realized that his eyes were closed, which was probably a contributing factor to his confusion. He opened them to see Ned and MJ standing in front of him in the right hallway.

"What's going on?" Peter squinted at them, the fluorescents too bright.

"You ran out of the room a- and then you just collapsed in the hallway" Ned said quickly, looking pretty shaken up too.

"It was an anxiety attack. You had an anxiety attack. A bad one, too, it lasted for longer than usual" MJ stated with a look of painful understanding.

"Holy shit" Peter put his head in his knees, breathing heavily. MJ sat down beside him and put her head on his shoulder, while Ned sat on the other side, his hand on Peter's other shoulder. They sat like that until the bell rang, then quickly got up so they wouldn't be trampled by high schoolers trying to get home. Peter supposed he was going to have to explain to his teacher later why he ran out, but he really couldn't be bothered with that at that moment. Once the three grabbed their stuff and started walking home, the questions began.

"So… do you want to tell us what's up" Ned said cautiously.

"Not particularly"

"Peter, are you sure? It'll probably help" MJ offered

"I'm fine" he insisted, speeding up. "I'm going to swing home, I've got some homework."

"Peter, wait, hold on" He could hear his friend saying, but he had already pulled his mask over his face. He secured his backpack on his back (especially made by Tony so he wouldn't have to keep webbing them up in an alleyway) and scaled the nearest wall.

Peter had found that swinging through New York City on spiderwebs was an extremely cathartic experience. The wind against your face and the rush of dropping and catching as you gain momentum. He often though it was too bad everyone couldn't do it. But today he was not feeling it. Even as he landed on one of the taller buildings in Brooklyn, jumped off and free fell for a couple of seconds before catching the next building, he couldn't escape the pit in his stomach.

After two weeks of this anxious feeling, he finally broke down. He landed on a ledge that was fairly out of view and just crumpled. He curled into a ball, tears streaming down his face. It wasn't because he was confused or scared of what he was feeling. It was because he thought this would never happen again. He thought he was done with anxiety attacks and spiraling out of control. Because this wasn't his first rodeo.

After his parents died when he was little, Peter used to wake up screaming and not being able to calm down. He would think of something scary and not be able to stop think about it. He would imagine Aunt May and Uncle Ben dying, and spiral out of control. But May and Ben got him help and he got better. Then Ben did die, years later, but it had the same affec. And that, with him getting powers and becoming a superhero? It was too much. A week after Ben's funeral, May found Peter rolled into a ball on his bed, rocking back and forth. When she got closer, she saw there was a bloodied knife beside him, matching a gash on his forearm. After that she got him a therapist who, despite not knowing half of the thing Peter was stressed about, did help. And Peter got better again.

So now when he was feeling the same pit in his stomach, the same feeling that he can't escape, he couldn't help crying. And he sat there for a while, crying and thinking. Eventually, once he had calmed down a bit, he made a decision. He couldn't put Aunt May through that again, nor MJ and Ned. Nor Tony. So he would get through it on his own this time. He could do it, he was strong. He's Spider-Man!

I'm Spider-Man

He wasn't going to let it get bad again

I think I might revise this later, but whatever there it is. Reviews are always appreciated! (: